Who?
"Get back here!" shouted Tony Barnelli as he chased Manello down the rainy and dark suburban streets of Chicago. Pulling out a tommy gun he screamed, "freeze!". Manello stopped, but then ran down a side street where a black BMW sedan was waiting for him. The licence plate said, "KILLRS." Tony chased after him and opened fire on the car. The sound of squealing tires rang out and then the car that the man got into was gone. Tony put away his gun in shame.
You see, Tony Barnelli is part of the Stabbing Oysters, a Chicago mafia gang. Since there are so many gangs in Chicago, they had to settle for the name. He has brown hair with a touch of grey, as all middle age men do, though usually hidden under his grey fedora. He wore a grey trenchcoat around his slender figure. He was horse-faced and had a very large nose which dwarfed his already puny eyes.
He walked down Milwaukee Avenue until he got to Darem Street. Here, he ran up the stairs of the run down Darem Street subway station.
Walking on to the train, a voice came over an intercom, "this is Darem, Division is next." Tony looked out of the subway train and saw a man outside running to catch the train, his blue coat waving in the wind. He pulled out a pistol and opened fire on Tony who ducked from the hurtling bullets, narrowly escaping.
The voice came over the intercom, "Doors closing." The guy outside the train stopped firing, and ran to get to the door holding his fedora and blue jacket as protection from the heavy winds. It was too late because the doors had closed and the train was speeding off. The man shouted profanities and once again fired at the departing train, frightening many passengers aboard and smashing some windows.
Although Tony was now safe, the question remained in his mind, "who was that?"
The Stabbing Oysters
He pondered this the whole subway ride back downtown. In what seemed like no time, he was at his destination.
The voice came over the intercom once again, "This is Clark and Lake. Transfer to orange, purple, brown, and green line trains at Clark and Lake." He pulled himself out of the seat and strode out the subway car. He walked up the stairs as the train sped off down the subway tunnel. At the top of the stairs, was an entrance to the James R. Thompson Center, an elaborate government building. He walked out of the main entrance of the building, ignoring the tourists taking pictures of the awesome architecture.
When on the street, he walked around the building to Clark and walked down the road until he got to Upper Wacker Drive. He walked east down that road until he came to a dark alley. In the alley was a green BFI bin and a back door to one of the buildings and several puddles from the down pouring rain. He walked up to the door and knocked, trying to avoid suspicion.
The door opened a crack and a voice inside said, "password?"
"There's no password you idiot. Open the door," Tony replied.
"Right you are," the man inside replied. He closed the door, unlocked the chain, and let Tony in. Inside was the Stabbing Oysters clubhouse. In the middle of the run down wooden room was a poker table. Next to it was the pool table, and on the left wall was the bar. A typical mafia clubhouse. The mafia members sat at the poker table playing, well, poker. Tony put his tattered trenchcoat on the coat rack on the wall, next to a dirty faded blue jacket.
Godfather Godfrey sat at the poker table. He was a rather old man with white hair, but a black moustache. It was definitely fake. He has a wrinkled face, and small eyes. He looked very much older than he was, but had a dangerous look in his eyes.
Also at the poker table was Vanelli Portillo. He was very young and had black hair, a smooth face and had a real moustache. He was a very thin man with a very large nose with very tiny eyes..
"Where did you go?" a man named Fat Mario asked. Mario had very spaced teeth and a chubby face. He thought that his spaced teeth made him look dangerous. He, oddly enough, also had very small eyes with a dangerous look. His black hair was slicked back over his head as usual.
"I just went to get Nuniez," replied Tony.
"Nuniez?" asked Fat Mario, "who's Nuniez?"
"Nuniez Manello, you know, the guy who owes us the five thow, remember?" Godfather Godfrey said rudely.
"Oh, him," Fat Mario wheezed, "did you get the money?"
"He said he didn't have it so he bolted," said Tony.
"Damn! Did you shoot him?" Mario shouted slamming his fist down on the table. Vanelli flinched in terror.
"I tried, but he got away in a black car," Tony replied cautiously. Ignoring Mario's further profanities, Tony said, "also, some guy at the subway station shot at me."
"Shot at you?" Vanelli asked dumbly.
"Yes, he shot at me you idiot."
"It must have been one of Nuniez' spies," Mario thought aloud.
"I'll get someone on it right away," Godfather Godfrey exclaimed heading for a phone on the bar.
"Did you see Vanelli? He was over in Darem to." Mario asked.
"No."
"Say, uh, well yer over there, get me a Martini," Vanelli requested stupidly.
"Shut the hell up Vanelli!" Godfrey hissed dialing a number on the phone. Vanelli slumped down in his chair in shame and embarrassment.
Godfather Godfrey covered the phone so that nobody could hear, and whispered something to the person on the other end of the phone.
"It's arranged! My assasin will go to Nuniez' gang's hideout, courtesy of a tip I received regarding the hide out's location from a friend who called before you all got here," he exclaimed proudly.
